They Are Inside

by Michael   Jul 27, 2005


My head is well complied with many ideas,
but it also supplies hate,
anger,
and...voices.

I swear I could hear them,
whisper into my ear,
and find no one there.

These voices never cease,
always telling me what to do.

“Kill,” they say,
“Murder,” they say,
“Die,” they say,
but I refuse.

In anger,
they shout and scream into my mind,
hearing them over and over,
never ceasing,
the voices always wants,
but never gets...

But how to get rid of the voices,
I do not know,
science has abandoned me,
and so has everyone I know.

They say I’m crazy,
hallucinating,
I say no,
I’m just tortured.

However, its been years,
and years it shall take to stop.

One day,
they screamed to kill,
murder,
die.
I said no and they started shouting,
I couldn’t bare the years of misery,
I had to know how to stop.

I scratched on my head,
until it bleed,
but the voices rang in my ear.

I started humming,
but the noises tuned it out.

My sanity was almost unbearable,
I started to have hallucinations,
I sat in a corner and screamed for them to stop at once,
but they still continued.

I couldn’t stop themcouldn'tcoming,
there message was clear,
so I did what I did...

I...and the knife...became one with myself...

The voices now scream with silence,
I did do what they said however,
I killed myself,
I murdered myself,
and then...I died...

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  • That's a very very sad poem but I thought it was good
    GOOD JOB Keep it up
    *Sarah*

  • 18 years ago

    by undying blusher

    Refusal is the key...it is good....and you're learning!

    "I couldn’t stop themcouldn'tcoming,
    there message was clear,
    so I did what I did..."

    ^ That first line needs to be fixed...

    Definitely good work, Michael. Keep on writing ;)

    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael

    Is this any good? I dunno... I have very low self essteem, but will not express myself now...

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